Danielle Parnell chuckled inwardly as she skillfully maneuvered her brand-new Mercedes convertible from one crowded lane to the next in the proverbial parking lot that was Washington, D.C. rush hour traffic. With a fake smile on her beautiful face and a wave of her perfectly manicured, highly bejeweled hand she had easily created the space into which her six-figure German chariot now slid. Having just turned 44, but with a face and body of women half her age, the 5' 3" Danielle Marie Parnell loved the effect that her beauty and wiles had on the opposite sex. For sport, she longed for the opportunity to "catch" one of the many men or boys who couldn't take his eyes off her and, in so doing, to publicly and loudly shame him for his inappropriate behavior.
"Eyes up here, Mr. Hess . . . exactly
what
are you staring at Dr. Bloom . . . your mother would be
ashamed
of you Hank Hayes," she reflected on a few of her past triumphs.
What was even sweeter to Danielle than the embarrassment heaped upon her male prey, however, was to castigate the unwitting losers in front of their wives, mothers or girlfriends and in so doing to humiliate those women with the knowledge that their men couldn't keep their eyes off Mrs. Parnell's stunning face and figure. Maybe if they took better care of themselves their mates wouldn't be so easily distracted she thought. But they don't -- the hags.
Having manipulated yet another foolish man with a mere smile and a wave, the self-satisfied power lawyer and mother of three eased her car into the circle drive of Gonzaga High School, a very prestigious all-boys institution of higher learning where her only son, Will, was just beginning his sophomore year. Ordinarily, Alia, the Parnell family nanny, was tasked with the responsibility of picking-up Will from school but due to her being sidelined with the flu -- allegedly -- Danielle was forced this day to take the task upon herself.
Although the stunning uber-MILF had earlier texted her 18-year-old son, a senior at the elite high school, to make sure he was waiting at the curb when she arrived, Danielle was annoyed to see Will chatting with some of his other senior friends as well as a small cadre of senior girls from Georgetown Visitation, Gonzaga's sister school, at the top of the marble staircase that descended from the venerable establishment's large oak doors down to the street. Piqued at her eldest child's inability to follow directions, Danielle put her car angrily into park and stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of his school.
"William Parnell," she bellowed, "you get down here this instant do you hear me. What is it about '
be waiting for me when I arrive
' that you failed to understand."
For those male students and teachers who hadn't seen the suburban sexpot step from her car, the sound of her voice shrilly henpecking Will into submission was all they needed to focus their attention on the spectacular vision in their midst. Standing regally before them in 5" Christian Louboutin Fifi, black, patent leather heels, from which extended perfectly crafted ankles and femininely muscled calves which, covered completely in opaque black tights, disappeared immediately above her knees into a form-fitting, charcoal grey, tweed Escada pencil skirt, was every high school boy's dream.
That same fantasy was not shared either by the other mothers who had stopped to pick up their own sons -- many of whom had suffered snide comments, eye rolls or worse at the hands of Danielle in her new role as Mother's Guild President -- or by the 18-year-old girls from Visitation who noticed immediately the attention that seconds ago was being lavished upon them had instantly shifted to Danielle.
Up top, the preening diva sported a form-fitting Prada, black, leather, motorcycle jacket that -- zipped about one-third of the way up from her mouth-wateringly fit waist -- revealed beneath it a crisp black, cotton, Ralph Lauren form-fitting oxford shirt the top two buttons of which -- open as they were -- teased the eye with the beginnings of a tan-skinned canyon that bisected the swell of her magnificently pert and quite ample bosom. Suffice it to say, the strength of Gonzaga's standard issue khaki trousers was being tested mightily that day.
"I said this instant," the raging beauty continued, as fire filled her emerald eyes and the wind tossed her spectacularly coiffed brown mane, highlighted with wisps of blonde.
"Ooooh, William," teased Callum Duncan, a classmate of Will's who had been talking to him when his mom arrived, "you better hurry up so your mommy doesn't spank you."
"Shut up Callum," Will responded angrily, once again wishing his mother didn't always insist on embarrassing him in front of his friends -- particularly in front of the girls who were now all pointing and giggling at him.
"Tough talk wimp," added Sam Sweeney, another of Will's classmates who was a great athlete and looked more a man than boy, "maybe if I'm a bad little boy like you, your MILF-y mommy will give me a spanking."
As Callum, Sam and the other kids laughed heartily at his expense, Will Parnell made his way toward his mother's car. Unfortunately for him, and adding exponentially to his indignity, Danielle determined he was not moving quickly enough and, grabbing him by his ear as she practically dragged him to the passenger side door loudly chided "when I say now I mean
now
young man."
As if that wasn't degrading enough for the humiliated boy, the preening alpha lawyer next proceeded to veritably strut up the stairs to where Will's tormentors remained and, staring menacingly up into the shocked Sam Sweeney's face, haughtily proclaimed, "I heard what you said
little boy
and if you were my son Sam Sweeney - more like Sam
Weenie
-- I wouldn't hesitate for a minute to give you the spanking you so heartily deserve. Given your churlish manners I expect your mother deserves one even more -- shame on the both of you."
As the usually hyper-confident Sam stood speechless and clearly embarrassed, Callum Duncan and the other boys who witnessed his humbling could only laugh. What made it worse was that Sam's new girlfriend -- the 18 year old Amanda Silver -- was also laughing hysterically.
"I guess she showed you tough guy," one boy teased.
"See you tomorrow --
little boy